Just so everyone knows... and you really should know about things like this... I have officially started the countdown clock. As of right now the bright little red bars seem to read 21:16:44;--. So what occurs in 21 hours you might ask?
If you said "your birthday" you would be sadly incorrect. Take some consolation in the fact that the real answer is much better than that.
If you said "a test", then you are grossly mistaken; for, under what strange influence would I actually count the hours until a midterm, much less choose to inform a bunch of people whom I've never truly met about the status of my scholastic endeavors?
If you said "suicide", luckily you are incorrect today. Check back tomorrow some time to see if the time on the clock has changed, or if you simply wish to check and see the level of the Tempting bar.
If you said "getting laid for the first time in two months" you would be absolutely CORRECT. Because type is not an adequate medium to communicate such gestures, please imagine me laughing maniacally and gestulating with my hips; in fact there is no need for imagination as I do not wish to disturb any passing reader, but you know that I am doing it. And by the countdown timer hits the big 00:00:00:00 you will know without doubt or disclaimer that I am not doing it alone.
Did I mention you now all know what I look like? Creepy.
If you said "your birthday" you would be sadly incorrect. Take some consolation in the fact that the real answer is much better than that.
If you said "a test", then you are grossly mistaken; for, under what strange influence would I actually count the hours until a midterm, much less choose to inform a bunch of people whom I've never truly met about the status of my scholastic endeavors?
If you said "suicide", luckily you are incorrect today. Check back tomorrow some time to see if the time on the clock has changed, or if you simply wish to check and see the level of the Tempting bar.
If you said "getting laid for the first time in two months" you would be absolutely CORRECT. Because type is not an adequate medium to communicate such gestures, please imagine me laughing maniacally and gestulating with my hips; in fact there is no need for imagination as I do not wish to disturb any passing reader, but you know that I am doing it. And by the countdown timer hits the big 00:00:00:00 you will know without doubt or disclaimer that I am not doing it alone.
Did I mention you now all know what I look like? Creepy.
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tell grace i say hi back.
and on a side note, you lucky. i havent had sex for over two months, and a ticket to new york is damn pricy. shit.